sensible. I’m not going to hide the whole time in here. Your car stinks and is covered in monster blood.”
Logan glanced down at his pink-streaked leather seating, then sighed. “An occupational hazard of working with you, Alex. Let’s drop this off.” He lifted up the shiny orange bag with the dead bee inside. “Then I’ll take us home. The house doesn’t stink, and there’s no monster blood.”
“Unless the apocalypse decides to knock on our door.”
“If the apocalypse knocks on our door, we’ll tell it to go to hell.” He flipped her hand over and kissed the underside of her wrist. “Deal?” he asked, looking up at her through long lashes.
“Deal,” she agreed. “Though just for the record, you’re not playing fair.”
He leaned in, his cheek kissing hers. “Of course I’m not. Assassins don’t play fair. That’s why we win.”
She slid her finger down his chest, tracing the ridges of his muscles all the way down his stomach. “Darling, you’re only winning because I let you.” She held up the knife she’d stolen from him.
Soft laughter hummed in his chest. Alex followed his gaze to the sword in his hand. Her sword. He’d stolen it right out from under her, and she hadn’t even noticed. It served her right for trying to steal from an accomplished thief. If she’d had any magic left in her, she could have turned him into a popsicle. That would teach him.
“I’m going to see if Violet has any muffins left,” Alex said, handing Logan his knife.
The thing was, he was right. She’d expended a lot of energy tonight. Right now, she didn’t have enough magic to blow over a mosquito. Muffins would change that. She was going to eat at least five, maybe more if Violet still had chocolate ones. Giving Logan a coy wink, Alex grabbed her sword and slid out of the car.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Logan said, walking beside her as she headed across the concrete expanse. The violently-orange bag with the giant dead bee drooped from his hand.
“I’m thinking about chocolate.”
“Besides that,” he said, pressing the button as they stopped in front of the elevator.
Someone from Monster Cleanup had taped a sign onto the wall. It read, ‘You are now entering hell. Proceed at your own risk.’ The elevator doors parted, and they stepped inside. Alex tapped the ‘H’ button. It stood for ‘Hall’, not ‘Hell’, at least as far as she knew. Why the agents of Monster Cleanup couldn’t use floor numbers like any normal person was beyond her. Perhaps because the whole lot of them were nuts.
“You’re thinking you can snack on a few muffins, drink down a couple magic-boosted energy drinks, and then go right back out there and kill monsters until you drop,” he said.
“Until they drop,” she amended. “I’m not planning on doing any dropping.”
“See, that’s the thing, Alex. You don’t plan. Ever. It’s a wonder you’re still alive.”
“I won’t die.” She grinned at him. “I’m far too stubborn.”
He rubbed his head like this conversation hurt. “Oh, yes. On that at least we can agree.”
“Look, I don’t see what the problem is. I’ve been killing monsters since I could walk. I’ve been getting paid to kill them for eight years, and I’m damn good at my job.”
“No one is questioning your competence, Alex.”
She arched an eyebrow at him. “Just my sanity?”
“Why do you want to go out there again?”
She didn’t even need to think about it. “Because monsters are attacking the city, and people will get hurt if we don’t stop them.”
“You’re not in any condition to save them.”
“I know my limits,” she told him.
“You passed out in my car.”
“And had a nice, refreshing nap. Give me an energy drink and a muffin, and I’ll be all set to go again.”
“You’re hopeless.”
“Of course I am.” Alex kissed his cheek.
The elevator chimed their arrival at their destination. She winked at him, then walked out.
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